Saturday, August 30, 2003
i spy with my little eye ...
a ger going to canada.
i spy with my little eye ...
a ger doing her masters.
i spy with my little eye ...
a ger with much less stress.
i spy with my little eye ...
a ger eating properly.
i spy with my little eye ...
a ger, greatly loved.
i spy with my little eye ...
a ger. happy. finally.
i spy with my little eye ..
another ger. gone.
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ming, u once struck a deal with me,
im still waiting for u to do as agreed.
if u choose to carry out wat u were supposed to do,
i wld keep my end of the bargain.
today's theme -- father n daughter
my pride n joy.
*blush
Friday, August 29, 2003
I WANT MY NAIL CLIPPER.
*bites nails
Thursday, August 28, 2003
people can be perfect, as long as u redefine your definition of perfection.
Monday, August 25, 2003
'i dont wanna grow up. i just wanna b a toy'r'us kid.'
some stupid childhood advert.
used to sing along to irritate my frenz
had always wanted to b a kiddo.
well, now i got my wish.
parents set me a curfew.
parents want me to set up a joint bank acct so they can track my earnings n expenditure.
parents go thru my bag n search my belongings.
parents dicate the way i shld live my life
i want to b a kid.
therefore i deserve to b treated like one.
(if only i get an allowance)
lessons learnt: adverts have long lasting effects n they mite ruin ur life.
'daddy, ive just sent in my cv to xxx company for the position of yyy. xxx is currently one of the leading MNCs in spore and there seems to b plenty of room for growth in the position that ive just applied for.'
'mummy, i need to have an early lunch as im rushing off for an interview at 2pm.'
'daddy, the qns asked during my interview were so hard. they asked me abt the company background n obviously i didnt do the necessary research. *whines'
'mummy, dont know y they asked me abt certain econ theories. ive returned all my knowledge back to my lecturers. mutter. dont tell me that im going to apply watever ive learnt in sch at work? snore.'
'daddy, i think the last interview went well. however, i dont know y they hadnt called me up for a 2nd interview.'
'nvm mummy, i shall try harder for my next interview tom. going off to do some background research on the co n flip thru my textbks. wish me luck'
tempting.
so tempting.
im a liar
ive always been lying.
so y not now?
all i want is to pls u.
so i got a part time job during the evenings so it wont clash w my tuitions.
to show u that im not wasting my evenings away.
to show u that im trying my best to support myself.
to show u that im learning the value of money n the importance of saving up.
to show u that im trying to grow up.
wtf am i trying to prove?
wat ive learnt is that all these r not important.
to u. at least.
its ur job that matters.
the prestige. the status. the salary.
ive yet to figure out wat kind of job appeals to me.
but i def know wat appeals to my parents.
1) a 9 to 5 one
2) one that offers much potential for promotion
3) one that they can show off to their frenz n relatives
4) one that offers stability
'hey, look at my flo, shes currently a biz devt consulant for xxx n yyy company. yes. we r all proud of her, we knew she cld do it w some pushing. she had always been lazy n an underacheiver. but now, she has changed. for the better. '*proud smiles all ard
fuck it man.
fuck all these christian teachings of 'honour thy parents'
fuck all these responbilities n duties a child has to his/her parents.
fuck all these notions of filial piety.
fuck all these struggles for monetary gains and power.
yes, fuck them so i dont have to struggle within myself.
no, better yet, go fuck urself flo.
'click ur heels 3 times n u'll b home'
*click click click
mutter. doesnt seem to work.
oh, stupid me, im already home.
Sunday, August 24, 2003
'im sick im sick im sick'
*rummages thru brown bear 'get well bag'
*tosses out the panadol
*tosses out the strepsils
*tosses out the chrysanthemum
mutter
nothing to combat my cold
*blows nose w 'spinelli' tissue
*tosses bag out
----joraffe----
